Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read
It’s a rare occasion to see the road through the back window.
To sit in the trunk and stare at the road get farther, not closer.
I find myself in such a situation now,
Both my brother and my dog asleep on my lap.
Drug induced and exhaustion.
The quiet forces me to reflect.
Stare at the road and the cars behind.
Watching the wiper blade swipe away the droplets of rain on the glass.
Looking at everything that’s getting farther away.
Childhood.
Elementary School.
Middle school.
High school.
All move farther down the road,
Accelerating.
Damn.
